Focus on the task at hand and not on his touch she reminded herself. "It is wrong," she agreed. "It's a nasty life and sometimes those we love pay the price no matter what we do."
Even without enhanced senses, she could still smell him. The sweat clinging to him and the faint hint of cologne. With the familiar smells came the memories of the feel of his skin and body against hers. The sound of his voice whispering in her ear. The sound of the beating of his heart as she lay against his chest.
She shook her head to chase away the memories. Bad thoughts.
She finished off the stitching job and tucked the needle and thread back into the first aid kit.
"All done."
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